Month: October 2015

The Mets are playing the Dodgers in a decisive game five tonight. Our technical co-founder Sean is about as die-hard of a fan as you will find. He might be living in DC, but today he is in “Championship Mode.” Co-founder and head writer Kelly found it so entertaining, she asked him to liveblog his day. These are his stories. *duh duh*

12:37 a.m. – Confirming I’m alive. It happened. The Mets held on. deGrom was great through 6, Thor perfect in 7, and Familia came in to close the door with six easy outs. Bring it on, Cubbies, and LET’S GO METS!

10:06 p.m. – Daniel Murphy has a single, a double, two stolen bases AND HE JUST TOOK THE LEAD FOR THE METS WITH A SOLO SHOT. DANIEL MURPHY FOR MVP!

9:27 p.m. – Ed. Note: Hey, guys. This is Kelly. I just wanted everyone to know Sean is live-blogging only a fraction of what he is constantly sending to me via text while I am finishing up at work. This is a new experience for me. I am scared for him.

9:26 p.m. – Murphy just stole third on a walk. AMAZING. And a sac fly by D’Arnaud scores him. HEADS UP BASEBALL, GENTS.

9:15 p.m. – DeGrom gets the double play he’s needed for three innings and a Dodger just yelled at his manager in the dugout. Dare I say: trouble in paradise?

9:08 p.m. – Dodgers third baseman and former Met Justin Turner leads off with a double off of DeGrom. And I’m opening my Dominos app.

9:04 p.m. – I forgot that Larry King has the seats behind home plate at Dodger Stadium. And if we’re being honest, I kind of forgot he was still alive.

8:55 p.m. – DeGrom strikes out Adrian Gonzalez and holy crap, we’re still alive. Clinging for life. But still alive.

8:39 p.m. – Oh wow, that was just one inning. And D’Arnaud strikes out to start the second. Le sigh. Conforto just rocked a ball to right that looked likely to drop and Ethier with some sliding magic. Oh, man. We could’ve really used that. Now up to the man who showed me there is in fact crying in baseball – Wilmer Flores. Worked the count well to 3-0. And the count’s now full. Rats. Gimme a baserunner, Wilmer! And he strikes out to end the inning. Man, I really wish we scored that runner on third. Middle 2 – LA 2 NYM 1.

8:33 p.m. – SORRY I NEEDED TO GET IN THE ZONE WITH LIKE 2 MORE HOURS OF PREGAME, AN UBER RIDE HOME, AND OF COURSE – COLD PIZZA. The thrill of taking the lead was short. Mets took a 1-0 lead on a Granderson single and a Murphy triple. Now the Dodgers have 4 straight hits and DeGrom looks lost. Oh, the took a 2-1 lead. It’s the first inning. Please send help or outs. Grandal just struck out for out 2. The light at the end of the tunnel is now visible. Plenty of baseball to be played.

Lineup is out. Oh, man, this is getting real. Like really real. Don’t mind, I’m just gonna sit here and think happy thoughts and listen to Enya on repeatfor the next 25 minutes.

3:33 p.m. – Upon returning from the jaunt to Chipotle, I was met by my office concierge – Rod. Rod’s a nice older gentleman, but he just so happens to be a Dodgers fan since he grew up in Brooklyn – where the team left in 1957. We’ve known this day has been coming for months. Rod said he thought it would be fun to go the Mets bar I was debating patronizing tonight, and I had to inform him that was a terrible idea. Sorry, Rod, just don’t want to see you get run out of town.

2:25 p.m. – This one task for work is taking forever. FOR. EVER. And it’s holding me back from Chipotle. All I want is a burrito bowl and a Game 5 victory. Nothing more in life. I’ll even settle for skipping guac. (Ed. note: No, he won’t.)

1:44 p.m. –

Championship mode casualty. I ate them all in a minute. I’m not proud of this.

1:22 p.m. – Kelly just sent me opera. It’s Andrea Bocelli aka Grandma Carmela’s favorite singer and overall GOAT, featuring my girl – the one and the only Ariana Grande. It’s called “E Più Ti Penso” which means “The More I Think of You” according to my limited Italian (ok, I just know amore) but at least it’s not “Time To Say Goodbye” BECAUSE YOUR BOY AIN’T SAYING GOODBYE TO NOTHING TONIGHT.

12:12 p.m. – The game notes are out. Excuse me while I voraciously consume statistics that I can go recite on future Bumble dates as girls realize very quickly they’ve made a terrible mistake by even showing up in the first place.

11:50 a.m. – Oh, awesome. I need to make more coffee. This almost kills my vibe but AIN’T NOTHING GONNA HOLD ME DOWN…

11:20 a.m. – Oh, right. Work. That thing. Caught up and finally time for that second cup of coffee. Gotta keep championship mode alive and championship mode is completely incompatible with a lack of caffeine in my bloodstream.

10:03 a.m. –

Aaaaaaand never mind.

10:01 a.m. – I’m at the office. I don’t want to be at the office. My Starbucks is wearing off and I need to re-up on caffeine stat. Maybe I should check Kayak and see if I could get to L.A. in time for the game. And StubHub.

9:15 a.m. –

Okay. I’ve now listened to this six times in a row and it is sufficiently stuck in my head. It makes no sense. Why is he rowing to China and mad she had to get her laundry done? Dude. Come on. The 80s were weird. (Ed. note: Sean was born in 1992, and has no idea whether or not the 80s were actually weird.)

8:45 a.m. – Oof. Online order not a good idea this morning. Seems like the DC-area caffeine addicts have discovered my secret and my coffee is nowhere to be found. Not to mention my double chocolate brownie BECAUSE I NEED TO BE IN THE RIGHT FRAME OF MIND, OKAY? BROWNIES CAN BE BREAKFAST, TOO. Oh. There’s my coffee. It’s a tall. I got a trenta. This is sub-optimal.

8:35 a.m. – Listening to Sportsradio 66 WFAN and super stoked to hear other Mets fans calling in. It’s real. Dad just called and we pep-talked for like 10 minutes straight. There’s nothing like the abject excitement and utter fear of a winner-take-all game.

8:30 a.m. – Time to commute. Put my coffee order for Starbucks in online because I’M A REAL BOY. Also – bringing my lunch? Psshh. Bag lunch is for mere mortals. Today, we are in championship mode, and championship mode deserves a championship lunch (hint: championship lunch is always Chipotle. Always.)

7:42 a.m. – Out of the shower (today’s shower jam, FYI) and time to be a real person. Yes, I’m wearing my could-be-cleaner Mets hat and T-shirt to work. Oh, it was 47º in DC this morning, you say? October makes us do crazy things. But it’s not crazy if it works.

7:29 a.m. –

Time for the most important decision of the day: my Instagram post. Jacob, you’re my only hope.

6:47 a.m. – Boom. Rally is sent and the first day of our NO POST-RALLY NAPS before work is happening. Not that I could sleep anyway. I’m in the zone. I’m watching hype videos and highlights. This is our time. No more wait till next year BS.

6:20 a.m. – Finished coding TDR and editing with Kelly and ready to get that puppy out the door. Our subject line today gives me a bit of a scare. There’s no place like home doesn’t apply to Dodger Stadium right?

5:30 a.m. – Time to Get up and Rally. It’s gameday. I can feel it. I didn’t sleep well, but I am amped. Ya gotta believe.